death of hope

Chapter 875 "Wild Growth" (290) Birthday Party

New Sapporo City, Old Town,
No. 223, Ginza North Street, "Cyber ​​Fantasy 80s" retro nightclub;
Luxury cars were parked in front of the store, and Kyokushin gang members in white suits were patrolling the streets.

All signs indicate that the nightclub has welcomed a distinguished guest, the prince of the dark world.

The second son of the Kondo family and the family heir, Kondo Toranosuke generously booked the entire outer area of ​​the nightclub and started a grand birthday party.

On the stage, the DJ played retro synthesizer electronic music, and the disco ball reflected psychedelic lights.
Fashionably dressed men and women swayed to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor, most of them taking drugs.

Surrounded by dozens of bodyguards in white, the protagonist of this birthday party, the birthday boy, appeared;
Kondo Toranosuke twisted his fat body that lacked exercise, holding an expensive Cuban cigar in his mouth, and shouted to his friends on the dance floor:
"Why are you so lifeless?
DJ! Play some more exciting music. I didn't pay for the venue so you can play funeral music!

It’s my birthday today, I’m in a good mood, let’s have fun, have fun, and go crazy!”

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As the DJ changed the discs, the speakers began to play more agitated and psychedelic music.

When Kondo Toranosuke took out a bundle of cash, untied the rubber band, and scattered the bills on the dance floor, the atmosphere reached its peak;

"Hahaha! I'm rich! I'm the king of New Sapporo!"

"Look! Money is being scattered! All big bills!"

Someone jumped up and stretched out his arms to grab the money, but slipped and fell when he landed.
Someone knelt down to pick up the money and was stepped on by others. He grimaced in pain and cursed.

The usually beautiful and dignified ladies were no longer reserved and didn't care much about their image.
Fighting for the flying money, pulling each other's hair, stepping on the toes of their best friends with their high heels,

The colorful nails scratched red marks on the powdered skin.

"Hahaha! That's how it should be! Grab it! Make a fuss!"

Kondo Toranosuke treated the invited guests as his jesters and laughed ugly like a pig.

Thinking that he was about to inherit a billion-dollar fortune, he was so happy that he threw out a lot of money, and the farce on the dance floor became more and more out of control;
Two hot-blooded young men grabbed a handful of banknotes at the same time. One of them punched the other and said, "Let go!" The other took out a knife and stabbed him directly...

The Kyokushin members in white suits quickly carried the two men out, sending them to the solitary confinement room for punishment and to the hospital for emergency treatment respectively.

"Well done! A party isn't a good party unless someone dies!"

Kondo Toranosuke laughed wildly, holding his big belly.

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Although, this gang heir always seems not very smart and always does some inexplicable and foolish things,

But the young people in the Kyokushin Group were happy to follow him in making trouble. After all, the boss of the Kyokushin Group, Kondo Isao, was too difficult to please.

The old man treated his subordinates as tools and would yell at them or even beat them with a belt if they were dissatisfied. He was also extremely stingy when it came to handing out money and wanted to calculate every penny.

In comparison, although this chubby young master is timid and useless, he is generous and can always lead everyone to have fun.

Therefore, many members of the Kyokushin Group secretly hoped that the old man would die soon so that the young master could ascend to the throne as soon as possible.

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The nightclub's outdoor area was booked for a party.
Everyone was scrambling for money or having fun, except for the two people around the young master Toranosuke who had worried looks on their faces;

They are the two high-ranking leaders of the Kyokushin Group. They are meticulous, have many subordinates, and possess strong combat power themselves;
The two men were named Kasai Sankissai and Torii Jisaburo, and they were ordered to protect the young master Toranosuke.

Both of them are in their forties. Compared with this noisy nightclub, these old-school Japanese gangsters prefer to stay in a quiet place to drink tea and play shogi.

These two were originally Toranosuke's elder brothers, and the capable assistants of the shrewd and capable Kondo Ryunosuke.
After Ryunosuke was assassinated, Toranosuke, the useless man, got the position of the family heir for nothing.

The two of them had no choice but to grit their teeth and reluctantly serve this incompetent young master.

The two looked at the young men and women fighting for the money on the dance floor, and then looked at the young master who was laughing so hard.
His face was full of disdain and disappointment, and he was worried about the future of the Kyokushin Group;

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It was a time of trouble, and the gang leader Kondo Isao ordered everyone to guard against the enemy.
Every gang member was on edge, preparing to face the fierce attack from their arch-enemy, the Sannokai.

But in such an urgent situation, this brainless young master Toranosuke insisted on holding a birthday party, and no one's dissuasion could stop him.

That's not all. Kondo Toranosuke stubbornly left the gang's base and headed to the bustling Ginza North Street to book a room at his favorite nightclub for a party.

Mr. Torii advised him to keep a low profile, but Toranosuke made a series of stupid moves, sending out invitations in a high-profile manner.

Inviting a bunch of friends to celebrate your birthday brings great trouble to the security and confidentiality of the party.

Kasai Sankiya and Torii Jisaburo were both shaking with anger. The two gang leaders wanted to beat the stupid fat guy to death and use his pig offal as a snack.

But he has Kondo blood in his veins, and he is the noble heir of the family, the future gang boss.

The two of them were angry but dared not speak out, so they could only hold their resentment in their hearts and try their best to rub the ass of this stupid young master.

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Not far from the birthday party, in VIP Box No. 31 in the nightclub,

A disguised 'couple' were sitting on either side of the table;

The 'crazy guy' Vladimir, wearing a wig and a purple silk suit, kept complaining;

"I'm telling you, Miss Hoshino, this party is fucking terrible!

The drinks are rubbish! Such a terrible milkshake is priced at 25 yuan! It's a rip-off!
Just because I didn't tip, the waiter looked so unhappy! Damn it!
I hate this store! And these stupid guys in the store! Go to hell! "

The 'crazy guy' vented hysterically and pushed away the goblet of milkshake with a look of disgust:

"That's for women!"

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt something was wrong, and added with a silly smile:
"Uh, this isn't directed at you, Ms. Hoshino...

I mean, I gotta have something manly to drink, you know."

Vladimir pulled out a small bottle of vodka from his trouser pocket, tilted his head back, and drank it down in one gulp.
"Nest, I feel so comfortable~ This is brewed from fresh potatoes, would you like some?"

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Hoshino Rika is deaf-mute, she can neither hear nor speak, the crazy guy's dancing really made her laugh,
She smiled and shook her head, refusing the vodka, and used sign language to say: Drinking will delay things.

The crazy Russian played dumb and pretended not to understand sign language.

Compared to alcoholic drinks, Hoshino Rika prefers the Oreo milkshakes, fruit salads and various cute snacks sold in this nightclub.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a little more expensive, the gang will reimburse you anyway.

Just as she picked up her fork and attacked the last piece of chocolate cake on the plate,
A figure quietly walked to the door of the private room.
The door was made of frosted glass, and one could clearly see the figure's hand gripping the hilt of the katana.

Hoshino Rika put down her fork and used sign language to sign:

(Be careful.)
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She pulled out a matte-finished Walther PPK automatic pistol from under her pink Lolita pleated skirt.

The peep hole, front sight and rear sight are in a straight line.

The mad man held a 50-round Bison submachine gun that matched his wild temperament and aimed it at the figure outside the frosted glass:
"Who?!"

"Sir, would you like our special tuna sushi?" the person outside said in secret.

"Niao, you scared me, it turned out to be Ah Lin."

The "crazy guy" put down his gun and responded in code: "Do you have puffer fish sushi?"

The door was pushed open a crack, and Saito Rinrinka, wearing rabbit ears and a short skirt, disguised as a waitress, walked into the private room holding the evil sword "Nanbutsu" and whispered:
"The prey has appeared. It's very tricky. The fat pig has a lot of bodyguards around him."

"That would be fun. Are we in place?"

"No, there's been a change of plans.
For some reason, the nightclub was blocked by the Kyokushin Group, and our people can't get in, so we can only rely on ourselves."

"Ha, I guess it must have been Kasai Sankishai's idea. That guy is always very careful."

Vladimir shook his neck left and right, making crisp bone creaking sounds:
"It's easier to get things done with fewer people. We don't have to worry about accidentally hurting our own people."

Saito Rinrin used sign language for a while,
Hoshino Rika nodded, picked up the black suitcase, and followed the two to the end of the dim corridor.

From the outside of the nightclub came the noisy electronic music and the crazy laughter of people.

You can imagine how much fun the guests invited to the party had.

Those poor souls had no idea that this luxuriously decorated nightclub was about to become a bloody slaughterhouse...